Just don’t be saying, “I Told You so!”….
About a month ago, I got bee stung at a birthday party and my leg
swole (swelled?) blew up to a beautiful heart-shaped red whelp and when I posted that lovely sight (sorry about anyone who looked at that close up picture and said W. T. H.??), 99.99% of y’all said, “WHOA~you are allergic and need to get an EpiPen for the next time”. The .1% agreed it sure was a pretty heart. (If you weren’t able to view that beautiful sight and would like a visual, here’s the link: here)
So last night when Mac suggested we go out to dinner (what? Cereal wasn’t a good option?), I was ready, willing and able. We chose a place downtown that had outdoor seating because the weather was perfect and we could get a table.
After eating and paying our bill, I leaned back in my chair and promptly felt a sting right above my arm pit. The little bastard that stung me had flown up in my shirt and just as quickly flew away after the sting. And thanks, Mr. Bee…right above my arm pit is a GREAT place. Can I tell you how happy I am that I shaved my pits today?
I turned to Mac and said, “I just got bee stung”.
I put my hands on the table, realized they were feeling funny and told him I didn’t feel too good. Because we live in 2015, he whipped out his phone and looked up the symptoms for ‘allergic to bee stings’.
Maybe 1 minute had passed, and he said, “Oh I don’t think you’re allergic, because you would have gone into anaphylactic shock already.”
After I stared at him for 2 seconds, I said, “I need to go to the E/R, I feel really funny.” Luckily for his future, he agreed.
I stood…walked 2 steps away from the table and went down like a 10 pound sack of Southern Flour. Mac managed to catch me and because we were in a very public place, I am told many people rushed over to help. Mac dialed 911, and since we were less than a mile from a hospital and the fire station, EMT’s were there in about 4 minutes.
When I woke up, a very nice lady was holding my hand and talking to me. There were lots of faces hovering and, an ice-cold cloth on my head and offers of Benadryl and an expired EpiPen (declined…because Mac was on the phone with 911 and they said, NONONONONO).
The EMT’s arrived, and did the stuff they do. Because of the confusion, they thought maybe I had tripped, but someone finally said, “BEE STING”. Which prompted a search for the bee sting, and in hindsight, that was pretty funny. I said “ARM” and they began that search. I wasn’t really coherent yet so was absolutely no damn help except to gesture to Mac who was standing there pretty wide-eyed, but was able to point out where the little bastard stung me.
After hoisting me into the stretcher thing and taking me to the ambulance (my FIRST ambulance ride at 52!), they started an IV, gave me some Benadryl, pain meds and oxygen. The numbness in my feet and hands was a concern, and off to the hospital we went.
Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, asked me what kind of bee it was. I had no idea. The stinging kind? Finally I just started saying, “A Bastard Bee”…… So now I’m wondering if I’m the only one on the planet that doesn’t know how to identify bees. Dayum….I need to put that on my list….
After 4 hours in the E/R, and many, many more drugs, we got home at 1:00 am this morning, with a prescription for pain meds and an EpiPen, but first I need to see my regular doctor, so I’ll have a clue as to what to do next time.
In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be inside. With a can of Raid and Wasp Killer beside me. And a shot of Whiskey just in case…
And now, I’d like to say a few words to some people I don’t even know:
- To the lady that was RIGHT there when I woke up ~ Thanks. You were very pretty and had beautiful eyes. And soft hands….what lotion do you use?
- To the lady I know from business meetings but haven’t seen in a while ~ Thank you for comforting Tater and standing right beside her until Mac and she left for the E/R. Whatever it is you sell, I need to buy some of it.
- To the EMT guys ~ Thanks for laughing when I answered “old and fat” when you asked if I had any other medical issues. But that ride you’re driving is rougher than a wagon on a washed out dirt road. Just sayin’….
- To the E/R Staff ~ Thanks for being there and doing what you do. Every Damn Day.
PS ~ There aren’t any pics for this post because I was too out of it to even take ONE. And you KNOW that’s bad!